Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.